Andy did not like to frighten the ladies, but he thought it necessary, under the circumstances. He went to the door of the parlor chamber, which the two sisters occupied, and rapped loudly on the door.
The knock was heard, and it excited dismay. The timid ladies thought it might be the burglar of whom they were so much in fear.
“Who’s there?” asked Miss Susan, in trembling accents, through the keyhole.
“It’s me—Andy. Please open the door—quick!”
“What has happened?” demanded Miss Susan, in agitation.
“I want to hand you the trunk,” answered Andy.
“What for? Is there any burglar in the house?”
“No; but there’s one trying to get into my room.”
“Oh, heavens! what shall we do?” ejaculated both ladies, in chorus.
“Take the tin trunk, and I’ll manage him,” said Andy.